Not to the extent of being worrisome, no. In fact, it's superficial at best. It's just... difficult to explain otherwise, I suppose. You are going to think this story is ridiculous, especially in the face of what you've had to gone through. But you did ask for it, so you'll simply have to bear it.
[ where to start. kaveh absently pulls a pencil out from the crow's nest of his hair. it dances across his knuckles. the words come low, and slow. kaveh hasn't told many people this story; kaveh doesn't intend to. but he'd resolved, after all - because this will justify daan's care. that needs to be what it is. ] Alhaitham and I were friends, once. A very long story short, we had a falling out. He said something to me that cut me to the quick; I told him that I regretted him. A decade ago, we were no longer on speaking terms. But years later, at the lowest point in my life, he invited me to live with him. In truth, he's done quite a lot for me over the years.
Recently, the haunted house took away his autonomy. [ it's the fury, kaveh thinks, that seethes when he thinks of it. who did the city think it was, to make them do what they didn't wish to do? do make alhaitham do what he didn't want to do?
but it comes, and it goes, and it's the sorrow that lingers: ] In the aftermath of it all, I asked him why. Why was it that after all this time he'd chosen to reach out his hand. Do you know what he said to me, Daan?
[ kind, sorrowful daan, who had the courage to let himself be loved, and to say so to kaveh, of all people. kaveh borrows a little of that courage. he says: ] He said it was because it's me.
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Not to the extent of being worrisome, no. In fact, it's superficial at best. It's just... difficult to explain otherwise, I suppose. You are going to think this story is ridiculous, especially in the face of what you've had to gone through. But you did ask for it, so you'll simply have to bear it.
[ where to start. kaveh absently pulls a pencil out from the crow's nest of his hair. it dances across his knuckles. the words come low, and slow. kaveh hasn't told many people this story; kaveh doesn't intend to. but he'd resolved, after all - because this will justify daan's care. that needs to be what it is. ] Alhaitham and I were friends, once. A very long story short, we had a falling out. He said something to me that cut me to the quick; I told him that I regretted him. A decade ago, we were no longer on speaking terms. But years later, at the lowest point in my life, he invited me to live with him. In truth, he's done quite a lot for me over the years.
Recently, the haunted house took away his autonomy. [ it's the fury, kaveh thinks, that seethes when he thinks of it. who did the city think it was, to make them do what they didn't wish to do? do make alhaitham do what he didn't want to do?
but it comes, and it goes, and it's the sorrow that lingers: ] In the aftermath of it all, I asked him why. Why was it that after all this time he'd chosen to reach out his hand. Do you know what he said to me, Daan?
[ kind, sorrowful daan, who had the courage to let himself be loved, and to say so to kaveh, of all people. kaveh borrows a little of that courage. he says: ] He said it was because it's me.